YAY! Two posts within twenty-four hours! I'm so proud of myself. Sorry for not making it clear that about Scar's gender in the first chapter -.-' It was so clear in my head that I forgot to put it in the story. Hope ya'll like this installment though. ^-^ I'm hoping to actually keep on task and keep writing this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT, just Scar.

After I finish cleaning and dressing his wound, (and attempting to get the stains out of my carpet), I head to my room to change. My outfit is nothing more than black jeans, black combat boots, and a black T-shirt with the foot insignia on the left breast. Nothing fancy, but much better than that scratchy crap the drones have to wear. I should know, I was one for two years before the master saw my potential.

Once my swords are hung in their place, I slip on a red tank top and a pair of basketball shorts and untie my mask. After setting it on top of my dresser, I run a brush through my messy, boy cut hair. When you work as a ninja like I do, long hair is definitely out. Too easy to grab ahold of and use against you. Unfortunately this means most of the Foot Clan thinks I'm a boy. I mean that T-shirt and jeans do nothing for a figure, considering they're made loose to be able to fight and my mask covers my eyes so I really can't blame them. It just gets annoying.

I put a simple black baseball cap over my brown hair and head back into the living room. He hasn't moved at all since I went in there which is good, I don't want a giant turtle running around my apartment building. Not that I think he's that stupid.

He does look uncomfortable though with the katana sheaths on his back, not to mention the katana themselves. I sigh and move over to him, attempting to get them off. I'm sorry but a hundred and twenty-five pound, five foot one girl does have a hard time lifting an almost two hundred pound turtle. I have no clue how I even got him this far, maybe it was the adrenaline of getting caught by the cops. Oh well, he's here now and if I can just shift this arm this way…

Damn. Well I just screwed that up. Let's think a minute Scar. If you move the right shoulder forty-five degrees from its current position then you should have enough room to get the strap off and then it'll be a cinch to get the other off.

And a one…and a two…and a three…

Yes! Got it! Now just to slip the other side off and… we're good!

I set the duel katana and their sheath against the wall and start pulling off his elbow and knee pads. Once those are off I contemplate taking off his mask. For one it is very dishonorable to take off another warrior's mask without their consent but then again it is dirty and covered in soot. I hope he'll understand when he awakes.

I take it and his leathers to the wash and wash them on the coldest setting. I won't be able to put the leathers in the dryer of course but the mask I will. It seems just to be a cotton blend. After finishing that and getting the washer running I go back to my room to grab a blanket and a pillow. What? He still looks uncomfortable.

I set the pillow behind his head and put the blanket partially over him, being careful of his leg. Now that was a nasty cut. It went through the first layer of muscle completely and almost through the second. No wonder he was the only one to not be able to get away from that building. It's got to hurt like a mother heifer but he's unconscious so I doubt he's feeling it just yet. Speaking of unconscious…

I grab a flashlight and check his eyes real quick for a concussion. They seem normal so I just go get a sandwich baggie of ice and wrap it in a washcloth before placing it on his head where he seems to have gotten hit. Hope it's the right spot. He doesn't seem to have any other injuries though. To fight Karai and only have that one cut is an incredible feat. Whenever I have to train with her I'm lucky to come away with less than three cuts… of course she is never completely scratch free either.

On that note, I need to call her and report. If not she may come by and I can't be having that. It's one thing to be thinking traitorous thoughts, but to actually be sheltering and caring for one of the master's most hated enemies? I might as well be signing my own death certificate. Master would see to that. There is no room in the Foot for treachery and yet here I am, harboring a freaking turtle that I have been taught to hate. What the hell is wrong with me? Seriously, maybe I need a vacation. I still have three weeks I can take this year, maybe I should just take two and go back to Virginia for a bit. Get my mind back together.

After all this is done, maybe I will, but I have a job to do now. I grab the phone and dial Karai's private number, reserved for only the top ninja. It rings a few times before she answers.

"Scarlock? I was beginning to think you had gotten caught by the police." Right, like I'd be that stupid.

"Nope, searched that wreckage as long as I could, no sign of any of the turtles," lie.

"Did you search the surrounding areas?"

"Yes, I searched within a five block radius. I found nothing," another lie.

She breathes heavily against the phone, "Fine. We got what we needed anyway. I was hoping father would get a nice surprise but I guess not. Thank you Scarlock, the rest of the week is yours," unless of course I take another mission of my free will or Master has a use for me.

"Thanks Karai, I will head back before dawn to check again. No such thing as too careful or thorough," and lie number three, you're out.

"Good thinking. Maybe my father was right when he promoted you so soon. Goodnight Scarlock."

"'Night Karai," grit your teeth and… she's gone. Thank God, I hate talking to that spoiled brat. I hit the END button myself just to be safe before setting it down and rubbing my temples. Why did I put myself in these situations? Why can't I just be a good little ninja and tell Karai I found a turtle so she can take care of it. Master would sure be pleased.

…But what would happen to the turtle? Torture him for information on the others? Kill him on the spot? Or video tape the killing to send to his family? I am very aware of the Foot's, Purple Dragons', and my Master's methods on these things. But the hatred they have against these creatures, I shudder to think of the plans they have for them. And what's the reason for all this hatred?

I look over to the unconscious turtle and get a jolt. His eyes are open now and staring intently at me. I blink just to make sure I'm not seeing things and he opens his mouth.

"Why?"

Alrighty then… hope ya'll enjoyed this one. ^.^ I'm very happy with it, and can't wait to get started on the next chapter. R&R pwetty pwease? You get virtual cookies :3.

Also, still looking for someone to make a cover for this; I mean I love Leo's face as the cover but it really doesn't bring it all together. Anybody have any artistic skills to make me one? You will be well rewarded!

Bye Ya'll!